these niggas lacking
im packing
my damn things
me and hip hop...
aint no damn fling
but i can damn sing
so im the wedding singer
got a damn ring
married thing
thats my rap mama
whilst i wrap ganja
twirl it around my fingars
the smell lingers
i finger her bee stinger
hee hee
she honey to my bees
hee hee
she give me the heebie jeebies
meniscus to my knees
habsicus to my bees
albacus to my threes